Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
Then takes you away from me.
There is no chicago urban blues, more heartfelt than my lament for you.
Iâm a liberal guy, too cool for the macho ache, with a secret tooth,
For the cherry on the cake.
With a pious smile, a smile that changes what I say.
While I waste my time, inregretting that the days,
Went from perfect to just o.k.
Lordy, what would I do? donât call me possessive,
But God if heâs smoochinâ with you.
Iâs a jealous boy root, -the world shoyuld be free,
But donât you go following suit my heart is aligned-
It couldnât be neutral, I couldnât be that way inclined.
Its hard to defend, ba ba ba, ba, ba ba,
These feelings tuppentup friend.
Its cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
Ba ba itâs cruel, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba, ba ba ba,
Ba ba itâs cruel, itâs crueler than cruel.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
Then takes you away from me.
Should a love be tender, and bleed out loud?
Or be tougher than tough, and prouder than proud.
If Iâm troubled by every folding of your skirt,
Am I guilty of every male inflicted hurt?
But I donât know how to describe the modern rose,
When I canât refer to her shape against her clothes.
With the fever of purple prose.
But cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
Then takes you away from me.
Cruel is the gospel thats sets us all free,
Then takes you away from me.
-my contribution, to urban blues.